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Ink Stains

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He stared at the paper. Black ink dripped down the page, staining the snowy white surface. It had been so pure. Now the words blurred together and everything was a dreary gray. He looked at the drops on the page. Where had the rain come from? He looked again. No. Wait. They were his tears.





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